Roadside Distress, Part 2


The other day, while my son and I were waiting for our van at our friendly neighborhood auto shop, he told me that when he was there on another occasion, he was reading a book by Richard Brautigan when a woman in her sixties came in to check on the status of her car. Peering into the shop through the vacant cashier�s window, she said with some concern, �I don�t see it. I wonder if it�s done.� Inspired by Brautigan�s offbeat genius, my son pleasantly offered, �They said it would be a couple of days.� For a brief poetic moment, the woman panicked. Then she looked more carefully at this bearer of bad news and realized he was joking. �I think she thought I was crazy,� he told me. �Why?� I said. �What�s crazy about a long-haired, unshaven kid in an old green wool shirt sitting in a waiting room reading Brautigan? It happens all the time.� And then, at that very moment, the following scene arose in my mind.


Roadside Distress, Part 2

In the middle of nowhere, I stopped to help a man
with a sign that said �Blown Gasket.�

�Where is your car?� I said.

�I don�t have one,� he replied. �Where�s yours?�



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Winter Poems
by William Michaelian

Winter Poems (click to view cover)

ISBN: 978-0-9796599-0-4
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52 pages. 6x9. Paper.
Includes one drawing.
San Francisco, June 2007
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Winter Poems displays the skills and abilities of Mr. Michaelian at their most elemental level, at the bone. Wandering amidst a barren world, a world scraped bare, he plucks the full moon like fruit from the winter sky, goes mad and befriends a pack of hungry wolves, burns his poems to keep warm. He is a flake of snow, a frozen old man, a spider spinning winter webs. Spring is only a vague notion of a waiting vineyard, crocuses, and ten-thousand babies. The author is alone, musing, reflecting, at times participating. But not quite alone, for he brings the lucky reader along. I�ve been there, to this winter world, and I plan to go back.

                                                            � John Berbrich, Barbaric Yawp



Another Song I Know � Short Poems
by William Michaelian

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ISBN: 978-0-9796599-1-1
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Another Song I Know is a delightful collection of brief, resilient poems. Reading them, one by one by one, is like taking a walk through our common everyday world and suddenly hearing what the poet hears: the leaves, a coffee cup, chairs � and yes, even people, singing their songs of wisdom, sweetness, and light.

                                                            � Tom Koontz, Barnwood poetry magazine

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Collected Poems by William Michaelian
A Larger Life
Monastery of Psalms
Revelation
Friends (includes French translation)
Summer of Dreams
Hunger
Is It His Coat?
The Boy Who Wrote Letters
Forty Days, Forty Nights
Papa�s Song (clam chowder blues)
The Pilgrim�s Way
A Christmas Wish
The Teacher
The Literary Awakening of America
The Healer
The Enigmatic Child
What Happened to God
Reading Tristram Shandy
A Prefix of Obscure Meaning
He Knows
My Only Friend
The World I Know
We Do Not Need a Poem
Three Short Poems
The More We Are Looking For
I Hear the Earth
What Will I Give You?
Great Minds Think Alike
The Age of Us All
I Met My Spirit
Claim Denied
Summer Days
Greek Peppers
Another Hard Day
James Joyce Singing
How Many Stones?
At the Armenian Home
The Peace Talks
The Eggs of March
Armenian Music
If Poems Were Days
Once Again I Lied
Frogs
One Last Thing
Everywhere I Go
Up Here On the Hill
Pumpkins
Winter View
What December Said to January
Winter Poems
Spring Haiku
How to Write a Poem, In Three Lessons
The Walls Have Ears
Why I Don�t Buy Grapes
To French Vanilla and All the Other Flavors
It Was
Early Morning Haiku
Someone�s Mother
Fall Questions
My Old Black Sport Coat
The Clerk and the Windmill
Magical Realism (First Prize)
Caf� Poetry Night: Two Poems
Short Poem for Spring
Short Poem for Summer
I Find Him Eating Butterflies
For the Sister I Never Had
An Absurdist Play
The Second Act

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